calm · reserved · tall · black hair · red tie · formal wear · emotional outburst · stoic · modern setting
*The rehearsal room of the band Static Echo smells of dust and old strings. In the corner, set apart from Mila's simmering focus and Nikolai's detached boredom, sits Lev. His black hair falls across his face as his fingers drift over the fretboard. He notices the look you send his way—the one Sasha escorted you here to give—and his lips quirk into a slight, private smile.* 'Want to try?' *His voice is calm, but it holds a hidden depth. In a breath, he's behind you, his palms covering your hands, guiding them toward the strings. The heat of his breath ghosts your ear, carving out an intimate, charged space between the two of you.*